Tears of the Volga

A cycle of poems «Whispers of Mari El»

Beneath the ancient skies, where the river winds, 
The Volga flows with stories, of the lost and the blind. 
Whispers of the ancestors echo through the night, 
In the depths of the water, their spirits take flight. 

Oh, tears of the Volga, weep for the land, 
For the warriors fallen, for the dreams that we planned. 
With each drop a memory, with each wave a song, 
In the heart of our river, where we all belong. 

The forests stand watchful, with their secrets untold, 
While the mountains remember the tales of the bold. 
In the shadows of twilight, where the wildflowers grow, 
The tears of the Volga in silence bestow. 

Oh, tears of the Volga, weep for the land, 
For the warriors fallen, for the dreams that we planned. 
With each drop a memory, with each wave a song, 
In the heart of our river, where we all belong. 

Through storms and through seasons, through joy and through pain, 
The river keeps flowing, like a soft, gentle rain. 
With the echoes of laughter and cries of despair, 
The tears of the Volga are a love laid bare. 

So gather ‘round the fire, let our voices unite, 
As we honor our forebears in the soft moonlight. 
With our hearts intertwined and our spirits set free, 
We’ll sing to the river, our eternal decree. 

Oh, tears of the Volga, weep for the land, 
For the warriors fallen, for the dreams that we planned. 
With each drop a memory, with each wave a song, 
In the heart of our river, where we all belong. 

As the stars start to shimmer and the night drapes its veil, 
We’ll carry their stories on the winds of our sail. 
For in every tear shed and every tale spun, 
The tears of the Volga unite everyone.